He was older, in his fifties, and thin with thick white hair on top of his narrow skull. He dressed like a peasant, Wolfgang thought, wearing old twee... trousers and a flannel shirt, with wide suspenders rather than a belt.Wolfgang closed the door behind him and turned the bolt. He glanced around the modest apartment just assure himself that they were alone. The place was neat and clean, very orderly for someone who lived alone perhaps, but he was a tidy man by nature, as Wolfgang knew. The. Of course she wants a cure, but she is afraid of what it will do to the rest of her body. I have already told her that she will lose all of her hair but her eyebrows and eyelashes." How did you do that? Pull your wig off?" Yeah, that really shocked her, but she was also shocked by the fact that she had never noticed that I have worn a wig practically since I first met her. You are bald, but she had never registered on that because men are supposed to go bald. By the way, we had better warn. What is his name? I asked, walking to her son. Abbas, she answered. After his father, he… She teared up with grief and I nodded, reaching out to place a comforting hand on her shoulder. A beautiful woman like you shouldnt be crying, I told her and she flushed. Whats your name. Shabnab. But everyone calls me Shay. She wiped at her tears and tried to smile. With one hand I held hers and with the other her sons. I concentrated on the boy being well and said in a commanding voice, Tsariy! Scarlet. The same, herealised, could be said about someone who gave up his musical gifts fora life of service. A life of scrubbing pans, darning clothes andpolishing boots and floors.To his surprise, Annabelle played a short but recognisable nurseryrhyme: 'Ring a Ring o' Roses'. The children immediately dropped whatthey were doing and made their way to peer curiously up at theirMother. She played it again, encouraging the children to sing alongwith her. Emily remained seated, watching her prized.